Baby C4 - I Know

Them niggas be talking bout gang this shit on my chain ain't keeping it tucked
As soon as i hop out the range i let this shit rain you boys better duck
I'm balling and bitch i'm a rookie got 12 on my jersey they call this shit luck
I'm a track star with this money ain't wasting no time cus i gotta run this shit up
She got some ass back that shit up
Closing the case ima pack this shit up
Trade out the fakes for the real that's my motto once i hit the lotto i'm racking it up
Bring on the bags, bag this shit up, And for the racks know we stacking it up
Niggas they hate when you stacking it up, On my way to the bank bitch i'm laughing it up
HA..HA laugh to the bank HAHA
Slide on the opps too smooth they ain't see this shit coming whole gang doing CHA CHA
I'm at yall neck and you know i come trim had to run this i come for the top spot
I keep me a shooter he be in that field long range you know that's his hotspot
It's the 4th quarter and i came to ball like lebron
So i keep the heater but you know my bitch she wet like a lake or a pond
Fuck hoes from dc you know i'm the don
The racks im getting you know it's a ton
My word i keep it cus honestly bitch i'm the prodigy
Get in that mode like i'm Tron
And Niggas don't bout the struggle, Starving nights i done had me a couple
Had to work out my problems wit god i'm pushing my name this off the muscle
Gotta Get to a milli like i was from philly so all you niggas in trouble
I been balling wit no crowd like i hoop from the bubble,
Im scoring wit ease and you know i won't fumble,
I get to the racks and you know ima double,
Im balling like russell i triple the double,
And Bitch ima dawg but i came from the jungle,
Can tell from my pops i was taught to go hustle,
I know im the future but i keep it humble,
And once when i drop you know gon keep it on shuffle I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
Them niggas be talking bout gang this shit on my chain ain't keeping it tucked
As soon as i hop out the range i let this shit rain you boys better duck
I'm balling and bitch i'm a rookie got 12 on my jersey they call this shit luck
I'm a track star with this money ain't wasting no time cus i gotta run this shit up
She got some ass back that shit up, Closing the case ima pack this shit up
Trade out the fakes for the real that's my motto once i hit the lotto i'm racking it up
Bring on the bags, bag this shit up, And for the racks know we stacking it up
Niggas they hate when you stacking it up, On my way to the bank bitch i'm laughing it up

Written by:
Kevin Harris

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